Chapter 4

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Wow. Big mistake. I regret everything I did that day. It's been two years since I've seen or talked to Axle and Preston, I'm guessing they're dead, but who knows.

Now the only person I have is the wooden man, I don't know what I would do without him. He's never actually had a name, but I called him D.W., for "Double W," since he was made from a Willow tree (aka weeping willow) He was made by a little girl who never thought he would talk back to her, he was made by my daughter. And no, I've never given birth. She just didn't have a family.

It was about a week after I left Axle and Preston, she was walking out of a gas station in all gray. I figured she was just some kid who walked from her house to buy some type of snack, but then I watched as she headed towards an abondoned barn with a backpack. I watched for about half an hour till I followed after to see if she was ok. When I stepped foot into that barn it felt like my heart dropped.

I would never wish for anyone her age to have to live in the conditions she had been in. Blood on the floor, it was cold, dirty, smelly, there was even broken glass everywhere, broken roof, and much more. I looked at her as a tear fell down her cheek, which washsed away some of the dirt on her face. I needed to help her. "Hey, I'm Aspyn, what's your name?"

"I-I'm Ruth, what are you doing here?" She cried.

"I was just going to find somewhere to stay. I'm not from here so I don't know how to get home. Do you have a home?"

"W-wait? You're new here? An-and I don't have a home, or a family. You could stay here for now if you want, but I don't think you would want to. So, what do you say?" She bursted.

"I don't know, how about we find some place to live together? I would love having another friend to be with me, it could be as if you're my own,"

"Woah. I'm in, I won't dissapoint you." She stated in a serious tone.

So, that's the deal with Ruth. I have never been so happy for someone to pop up in my life. Ever. Who's your Ruth?

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